Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.